Esther Miles

I Am, I Am, More Than A Tree; - Poem by Esther Miles

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Tho's a tree be as equal as me; As it keeps "tranquilities" consistency; It be more than me. I am, I am, more than a bird Yet a bird has wings to soar; In tranquil delight; More than me, indeed he be, more than me. More than a breeze, a fleeting cloud; More than the all by the added mold; Called intelligence, yet be not whole; 'Til I grasp in the stillness perfect sight! This school called ignorance with consequence; Or humanly blind inside and outside; Control or controlled like a pillar stands; More than a mountain, rainbows arch. Lo, and behold a kind hands touch' Perceived now broadens living sparks; A vehicle I be sighted instantaneously; While being used through divinity. Controlled into freedoms' priority; Soaring flamed in the "we are"; Receiving abundant gracious love; In fullness clothed in our house from heaven be! We be, we be, more than a mountain's peak; Where clouds help it play hide and seek; As sun peeps through blue skies; In shaded hues, indeed they be more than we! We be, we be, more than the oceans roar; Through crested waves seas colors interplay; Splendored in its masquerade; Indeed, indeed, they be more than we! We be, we be, part of this mystery; 'Til ignited in Christhood's glee; Perceiving we be me with he and she; Comes equality caressed in "Living Peace!"